The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-02-11
The simultansous Thought

"Fanceis!" she almost shriakaa
"Somsthing occurred in my sight oncs
that has altered my entire life
There, now. l have no claim mon
your confidence" he demonstrated.
But. my dear friend, I must tell
somebody. I've never told a human
being, though I've described it to NV.
self a hundred thousand times. Pc
haps 1 shall be absolved of my long
penance if l do but confde the seoras
to some one else"
Il warn you that l am a wretched
confessor."
you must not interrupt me-" -
II promise"
very well, / tell You it Just as I a.,
it with my eyes and hear il with NV
ears this moment" Mootla began. ~
am q mere child. 1t is q warm summer
day, and l am in a carpenters shop.
somewhese-for / never knew the name
OF the place-hunting blocks for toy.
houses among the shavings. In the
centre of the room there are two work.
tnen, quite near each other. They ara
intimate friends. One is using a broad
AZ. He is trimming down a peice Of
timber, while the other makes mortice
holes in the end of the same great log.
The younger man, who with mallet and
ehisel, is pale and much exhausted.
Laying down his tools, he slowly raises
his arms above his head as he draws
out,
"'You handle that ak SO we'll.
George
: "'YesT murmers the ax-man in d
strangely interrogative tone, as the
steel cleaves the side of the tough beam.
Now he stops chopping to glare vacant
ly at the cold gray metal; now he re-
sumes work more vigorously.
cit seems so keen, the younger says.
"'And sure the elder adds.
"'Life's such a bore, / wish you'd
split my head
Poor fellow, he's taken at his word.
A fash of light and a new crash put
an everlasting period to the dialogue.
/ see the AXIS blade buried in the skull
of the young apprentice, while its han
die still quivers in the elder workman's
grasp.
MY God! the look of horror on that.
murderer's face! It fades away, and
the man falls in a swoon upon the floor.
II hear the rush of feet. Blanched
faces gather round in awful ~silenc.. L
am not seen. They do not suspect me
of the terrible crime. Why don't some
body speak?
How hideous is silencei
II see only one object in that room.
Not the bleeding corpse, but the man
who had done the murder. /, alone,
have heard their conversation. /. alone,
know how the young man begged for
death. Icrawl over to the prostrate
chopper of. wood. / understand the
case. / stoop down and kiss his
cold forehead. / forgive him-for
I know that he only Obliged a friend.
They tell me that he also is dead.
Strong men strive to tear me from him,
but / beg to stay. They deny me this.
| scream He is my father"
as this true?" exclaimed Walter,
terror-stricken at the realism OF the
tale.
"True," answered Mootla, solemnlyi
"but / swear to you that man acted
without moral intent. l understand
the psychology OF that crime now. II
was the correlation, the reciprocity Of
like thought simultaneously present IN
two minds. We are told of danger IN
conjunctions of the stars, of human Ills
that track the wake OF an eclipse-what
are they all, compared to the impulse
that makes an innocent man Q muir
derer?"
There was a long pause.
ut was all SO horrible that l believe
the average death-rate in the village In
creased" Mootla resumed hearing anew
her W thoughts. There were two
suicides soon after. and q boy lover
stranded his sweetheart
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